Lyrics:
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
I'm at Dave & Buster's
(hah)
Hellcat drive-by and you hearin' the muffler
You're breaking my news
you're breaking my news
/
I thought I was sure I was not to endure the feeling of losing you
by walking on legs through a city
I move to the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
heart
Ooh pa you broke her heart
Well the years rolled by
And 'fore we knew it
Our sister got married and moved out west
I stayed with ma, 'cause
This song is called
The city of Atlantis blues
Or alternative title
The last living boy in Atlantis
And it goes like this
If you're going down
minutes ago
I had to do it haha, yeah
It's Christmas time in the city y'all
Yeah, it's Christmas time in the city y'all
Brought to you by Bigg Snoop Dogg
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
facing defeat
Cities burning in the summer heat
The bricks beat down in the boys in blue
There's no escape, they're coming for you
The walls come crashing
was captured
By the boy with eyes of blue
As days turned into months
The sprite's love grew
She'd sneak into the mortal
To watch over the boy's sleep
He
the hand
Well, you be my woman
And I'll be your city-boy, country lovin' man.
I'm gonna move up to the country
Gonna paint my mailbox blue
Move
WRITER PAT McLAUGHLIN
They got a road out in Alaska now,
I hear that you can go there.
Tell me about Montana,
With the cool blue mountain air.
I
The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
High like a jet like a jet blue jet
Major Lazer
You find this
Turn up loud
Can't hide from me, me say me born
peanut blue trap,
I'm stuck,
Stiff,
Can't move,
Paralyzed,
Mud slides,
Excuses,
That are made up,
Can't focus,
I hang out wit,
Commrads
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
We are Sydney
The famous Sydney FC
We're from the Harbour city
The boys in blue from Moore Park Road
I will stand in Moore Park Til the day I die,
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
turns to her husband, says: Hell Dave I could paint that
On to the next one "Blue divided by Blue"
But Dave he can't move he is trembling hard in his
them mirrors and the marble floors
A country boy, a city girl
They're in their own world
A match heaven made
It's champagne and beer down by the lake
He
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